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Havers led julia and Melissa into the Master-bedroom at Cragness, which was now occupied solely by Quentin. It was reminiscent of days aboard the ‘Paradise’ for both girls were stark naked and each wore a heavy iron collar to which a length of chain was attached. Their wrists were locked into fetters on the sides of the collars. These devices... symbols of slavery... were very useful when a girl was at the initial stages of her training and apt to be rebellious. She was easy to control and secure in a variety of positions and there was no possibility of her using hands or arms in an attempt to ward off some corrective treatment. These devices had also been kept permanently in the slave-cabins and the collar, held by a chain and ring-bolt in the wall, had always been put on immediately the girl stretched out on her hard plank-bed.
However, these devices had lain idle since the girls had come to Cragness and it had simply been a whim of Havers to put them on. The features of both had puckered momentarily at the hideous memories the heavy securements aroused. How often they had worn them when, led by Ahmed or Jason, they had been heading towards the Punishment Room! Shoulders a little stooped, the girls knelt before Quentin, who was wearing a purple, quilt dressing gown and was seated at an ornate escritoire going through some papers. There was quite a pause before he looked up. His eyebrows rose.
“What’s the idea?” he asked.
“Nothing really, Boss,” answered Havers with a sheepish grin. “I just thought I’d try them on.”
“Well... take them off,” said Quentin a little sharply. This Havers occasionally gets a bit big for his boots, he thought. Sometimes you might have thought he owned the girls! There was a considerable amount of clinking and clanking as the collars and chains came off. Immediately her hands were free, each girl clasped them on top of her head, remaining kneeling. Submission to their Master had become absolutely second nature to them. They would have no more thought of disobeying one of his orders than trying to fly. That was what their training on the ‘Paradise’ and their stay at Cragness had brought them to... and it was exactly how Quentin wanted it. However, it has to be said that he missed the odd moments of instinctive rebellion... the flares of fury... a slowness to obey... or, indeed, actual disobedience. Always it had given Quentin the very greatest pleasure to punish such offences personally.
To thrash without mercy if he deemed it necessary; to have the girl grovelling and begging... promising anything... anything! Oh yes, great days!Now the two were like putty in his hands. Malleable to an almost infinite degree. Of course, that was most enjoyable... but... but... That was why Quentin had been so pleased by Madame Vesta’s news and subsequent proposition. The thought of having two absolutely untrained girls at Cragness was like hot wine in his veins. Quentin recalled their photographs. A couple of ripe beauties. And only 16 and 17. Great days lay ahead!
Quentin regarded the two silently kneeling figures with something like fondness. What an infinite variety of pleasures they had both given him, at one time or another! Jointly and severally. And now, in different ways, they would continue to do so. It amused him a lot to thing that neither knew that, for one of them, an era was coming to an end. He savoured the moment a little longer before he spoke.
“I have had you brought here, my slaves,” said Quentin at last, “for a very important reason. I have an announcement to make. I am going to get married again.” The lovely features of both girls remained impassive. Perhaps a little apprehension showed in their eyes. Glenda had been a hard task-mistress... and now a new element was about to enter into their lives.
“Stand up, Julia...” The girl rose slowly and gracefully to her feet, keeping her hands on top of her head. “It is you I am going to marry, Julia,” said Quentin quietly. Still Julia’s features remained impassive. It was as if she had not heard the words. A tic appeared in one cheek, as it often did in moments of special tension. What hideous new ‘game’ was this?
“Have you nothing to say, Julia?”
“I... I don’t under... understand... M-Master,” she said at last.
“Don’t understand?” said Quentin querulously. “I should have thought I’d made it quite clear. You are going to become my wife.” A long pause.
“Thank you, Master,” came the low response.
“You don’t sound very enthusiastic...” Julia swallowed.
“I... I... can’t believe it... Master,” she said. A faint brightness was beginning to filter into her eyes.
“It’s true, Julia,” smiled Quentin. “And there’s no need to call your fiance ‘Master’.” Julia bit her lips and began to tremble. She wanted to believe it, yet dare not! It was too incredible! It must be some cruel ‘game’! Yet... and yet... it was just possible! Her heart began to pound, there was a buzzing in her ears and the room swam momentarily. Desperately she pulled herself together.
“What do you think of the news, Melissa?” enquired Quentin, looking down.
Melissa’s features looked drawn, she was biting her lips, trying to take in all the implications. If it were true. It it were. She too guessed it was but another ‘game’.
“I... I... you are... are t-to be c-congratulated, Master,” she managed to say.
“Thank you, Melissa. Of course, it does mean that you now become Julia’s slave as well as mine. ” Melissa’s face seemed to shrivel. She shuddered violently and a kind of panic suddenly glowed in her dark eyes.
“J-Julia’s... s-slave... ?” she croaked.
“That’s right,” smiled Quentin. He looked back at the standing girl. “How does that appeal to you, Julia?” he asked.
Julia trembled even more. The brightness in her eyes was growing moment by moment. He really does mean it, she thought. He really does! Oh God how incredible! Julia tried to concentrate her mind. What had he just asked her? Oh yes... about Melissa... having Melissa as a slave. An extraordinary shaft of pleasure travelled swiftly up her spine. She suddenly realised she liked the idea. A great deal! Oh yes, she liked it alright! Oh God... to give orders... not to receive them! She more than liked the idea, she loved it!
“It... it appeals to me... a... a lot...” she said throatily. Melissa’s face crumpled; she began to cry softly. And this was the girl she had befriended during her first awful days of slavery. Whom she had comforted and encouraged. Who had often clung to her weeping, begging for her help and understanding! Oh the bitter, bitter cruelty of that admission!
“I expect you’d like to punish her if she doesn’t please you?”
“Yes... oh... yes...”Julia’s voice was throatier still. She was like someone possessed. The prospects opening up before her were quite unbelievably wonderful!
“I expect you’d like to give her a good whipping... to show her you’re now truly her Mistress?”
“Yes... oh... yes... I would!” Julia found the thought of having Melissa writhing under her lash incredibly exciting. What had happened to her? She had never thought of herself as cruel before; never imagined she would enjoy whipping anybody. Yet now she did want to. She did! It must be on account of her hideous experiences. Yes... they must have warped her. But Julia didn’t care about that. Yes... to have Melissa as a slave... to be Mistress... oh God, that would be really something! Unemotionally, she listened to Melissa sobbing. Tough on her, or course, she thought. But, in life, there had to be winners and losers. And she had been a loser for too long.
“Well... we can arrange that,” Quentin was saying.
“You really do mean all this?” Julia broke in suddenly.
“Of course I do!” laughed Quentin. “But I expect it is a bit difficult for you to grasp after all this time. ”
“It certainly is,” replied Julia nervously. Oh God... oh God... make it true... make it true!And not a ‘game’. Oh not another ‘game’!
“Alright, Julia, run along now,” said Quentin. “Go and put some clothes on. There are plenty down below, as you know. I think I’ll fuck Melissa while you’re away. By the way, you wouldn’t mind that, would you? Now that I’m your fiance?”
Julia smiled a wide smile. It was probably the first genuine one Quentin had ever seen from her.
“I wouldn’t mind a bit,” she replied. Then she turned and, with bottom bouncing merrily, she ran from the room.

Slowly Quentin pulled Melissa upright. She was still kneeling and had bowed right down in utter despair. Her cheeks were wet and quivering, her mouth almost out of control. Her breasts heaved quickly up and down under her harsh sobs.
“P-Please... mmmfff... please... d-don’t... m-make... mmmfff... mmmfff... me... s-serve... her M-Master... oooohhhh... p-pleeeee... eease...”
Quentin Osman smiled a slow smile. It was a wonderful moment for him. One that emphasised his supreme power over both women. He was the arbiter of their fate; he it was who had the ultimate yea or nay.
“It’s alright, my dear Melissa,” he said. “It won’t be like that. In fact, it will be the other way around!”
Melissa looked at him dumbly. Rather like Julia had done. Uncomprehendingly.
“W-What... oh w-what... ?” she began. Then she buried her face in her hands and sobbed even more loudly. Oh the cruelty of this ‘game’ was horrific!
“There... there...” said Quentin, patting the rich, dark auburn head. “There... there... don’t take on so...”
“Mmmmmfff... mmmfff... uugghh... mmmfff...” sobbed Melissa unrestrainedly.
“You must believe me,” said Quentin firmly. Slowly Melissa’s sobs subsided and then she removed her hands from her distraught face.
“H-How... can... I... M-Master... ?” she said.
“It’s difficult, I know...”
“After... after J-Julia... Master... what you told her?”
Quentin nodded understandingly.
“I had to do that, Melissa,” he said. „In order to reveal her true character to you. Do you follow me?” Melissa shook her head.
“No... M-Master...” she whispered.
“So that you would have no compunction about taking her as a slave! Now do you see? She was ready and eager to have you. Ready and eager to whip you. I do not think you would have reacted instantly like that, if you had been in her place. Do you?”
Melissa thought about it.
“No, probably I would not,” she replied. “Probably I would have asked if I could have had another slave. No one I had been through so much with. Yes... that’s what I would probably have done. Also, I might even have asked for Julia to be spared in some way.”
But now... Hate and anger against Julia burned suddenly through Melissa’s breast. Yes... the girl was vicious! Loving the idea of having her as a slave!
The bitch!
Well, she’d pay for that.
And pay handsomely!
Melissa looked up at Quentin and nodded.
“You understand better now?” he asked.
“Yes... M-Mas... yes... I m-mean...”
“And you now have no second thoughts about having Julia as a slave?”
“None,” answered Melissa firmly.
“Good,” smiled Quentin... and held out his hand. Melissa took it and got to her feet. She swayed weakly.
“It... it’s such a shock...” she said. “You really do intend to marry me?”
“Yes... yes... this time I really do mean it...”
“I just can’t believe it!”
“You’ll soon get used to it.” Quentin watched as Melissa seated herself on the edge of the bed. The brightness that had come to Julia’s face had now shone on hers. The near-dead, despairing eyes were beginning to live and glow again.
“You’re not going to trick me, like you did Julia?”
“No... no! What would be the point? Melissa, my dear, I’ve always fancied you. You know that.” Melissa wrinkled her nose.
“You have had funny ways of showing it,” she said, feeling a sudden boldness surge through her. If this had been just another ‘game’, she would already have been getting a cane across her bottom, that was for sure!
“You can fancy someone and still take it out on them,” said Quentin. “I suppose so,” nodded Melissa.
“You enjoy that so much, don’t you?”
“Dominating... possessing... the cruelty of words... the situations... the actions...”
“Yes... I freely admit I do. Many people are the same as I am. Deep down. Only a handful like myself have the opportunity to indulge themselves.” Melissa nodded again.
“That’s true,” she said.
“Do you hate me?” asked Quentin.
Melissa considered for a long time.
“I hate what has happened to me,” she said at last. “In any event, I certainly don’t love you.” Quentin uttered a short laugh.
“I imagine not!” he said. “But I am of the opinion that marriage does not have to be founded on love. Look at the ‘arranged’ marriages of the East. They seem to work remarkably well.”
“You’re probably right,” said Melissa. She eased herself off the edge of the bed and walked across the room. Quentin watched her sinuous, easy-moving nakedness. Never had he thought he would acquire such a young and attractive wife! Melissa opened the wardrobe and took out a negligee gown that had once belonged to Glenda. With an almost rapacious gesture she wrapped it around herself, then she walked slowly back to the bed. T hat simple act... of covering herself of her own free will... told more than anything the change in her situation. She was no longer a slave. She was a woman again. A free woman! Moreover, it convinced her that Quentin was telling her the truth.
“That’s pretty,” said Quentin, for want of anything better to say. Melissa regarded him quietly for a few moments.
“It’s going to take me quite some time to get adjusted,” she said.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” replied Quentin casually. Oh you arrogant male pig! The thought came to Melissa. How easily he was taking it! As if nothing had happened. Good God... men seemed capable of getting away with murder! There was a long, long silence between them.
“Like a drink?” asked Quentin at last.
“Yes... I would,” declared Melissa emphatically. “Make it a large brandy. A very large one.”
“Sure thing,” responded Quentin jovially. “If I may say so, you deserve it!”
“You bastard!” How extraordinary, thought Melissa, I am calling him that and getting away with it! Yes... oh yes... it must all be true!
“Yes,” grinned Quentin, “I am a bastard. I freely admit it.” He handed Melissa a cut-glass goblet of dark brown liquor.
“Thanks...”Melissa drank greedily. “Mmmmmm... that’s good,” she said. The glass tilted high and she drained the dregs. “Give me another,” she ordered. Her first order for so long!
Complacently, Quentin refilled the glass and handed it to his new fiancee. Melissa seated herself in an armchair and crossed two lovely long thighs. She looked an enchanting picture. With incredible rapidity, she was recovering her old pre-slave personality. Quentin looked at her dotingly. This is the kind of wife I’ve always yearned for, he thought, yet never before been able to acquire. There was another long silence.
“When I re-emerge into normal life again,” said Melissa, at last, “how is my absence to be explained?”
“Easy,” replied Quentin. “A severe nervous breakdown, some time ago. You’ve been in a Swiss psychiatric clinic ever since. Quite well again now.”
“I see... yes... that seems all right...” Another long silence. “Are we going to live here?”
“Some of the time. We’ll move around. I’ve got a place in the States. Another in the South of France. You can come and go as you please.”
“Thanks...” Those were perhaps the most wonderful words Melissa had heard since her a*****ion!
“Money is no worry...”
“I’m glad to hear it,” said Melissa. I shall be able to buy myself a complete new wardrobe, she thought. Clothes and clothes and clothes! She would buy and buy and buy to compensate for her months of nakedness!
„It will work out, I’m sure,” said Quentin. However, he looked faintly unsure of himself. “I’ll make no demand on you.” Melissa looked up. A smile flickered over her face.
“That will make a change,” she said. “By the way, I thought you were supposed to be fucking me right now.” Quentin grinned, still a little uneasy.
“I said that for Julia’s benefit,” he answered. “Do you want to fuck me?” A hesitation.
“Only... Melissa only if you want me to...”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure I’m sure. You’re quite a ram for your age!” Quentin grinned with a kind of exultation. For the first time he would be fucking Melissa by ‘invitation’. That was really something! “What a girl you are!”
“Won’t Julia be back soon?”
“So what? It will give her something to think about, won’t it?”
“Lock the door, all the same.”
“If you say so.” Quentin waddled over to the door and locked it. Yes... it was going to be nice to have a wife again. To play along with her little whims. Because it was so easy to do it one had a slave-girl oneself, who had to play along with your little whims! Melissa was sliding on to the bed and removing her negligee as Quentin came back.

“You’re... a... lovely... fuck...”
“Mmm... you’ve said that before now!” Melissa was underneath Quentin’s bulk. Her long legs were wrapped around him, her nails were digging lightly into his back. She was giving him all she could. Not because she was a slave and had to, but because she was a woman who - perhaps oddly enough - felt a desire to. To give, rather than be taken, was a joy in itself!
“You... you feel like warm silk inside...”
“Good.”
“I can remember the first time I fucked you. On the ‘Paradise’.”
“Don’t talk about that, please...”
“OK,” Quentin had slowed his pace somewhat. He was riding easily and confidently. My wife, he kept on saying to himself. My wife! Or, soon anyway!
“You’re... quite a man yourself. Especially for... for your age...”
“Thanks...”
“Pity you’re so fat...”
“I... ahh... I’ll try and... and slim...”
“I’ll see you do.” Quentin placed his hands under the two lovely curves of Melissa’s buttocks and lifted her up a little. He began to fuck her more strongly again.
“Mmmm...” she sighed, “that feels good. ”
“You really like it?”
“Yes... I really do. Now I do. Now I can have it when I say...”
“Ah yes... yes... I understand...”
“Fuck me, you bastard... fuck me strong...”
“Don’t you worry!”
“Oh... ahh... oohh... aaahhh... oohh... that’s good... so good...” Quentin felt Melissa wriggling under him. As he had done often enough before. But this time it was different. Quite different. Even if the sensation was so similar. Because now Melissa was wriggling ‘voluntarily’! She was a free woman. She didn’t have to do anything anymore. Oh yes... that made all the difference! The knowledge brought Quentin to a climax with sudden rapidity. It was so sudden that Melissa only part-way caught up with him. But Quentin didn’t care very much. As he squirted his lust into the squirming passage, he was aware of a contented fulfilment beyond anything he had known for some long time.
“Bastard brute,” sighed Melissa as she subsided, belly still quivering a little.
“Beautiful... bitch...” responded Quentin contentedly. At that moment there came the sound of someone trying to open the bedroom door.
“Quentin! What’s going on?” It was Julia’s voice. Not her slave voice but the voice of an arrogance of former days. She had always got angry even if her wishes were thwarted for a moment, thought Quentin. Obviously her basic character hadn’t changed much!
“What do you think? I’ve just been fucking Melissa,” he called.
“Well... you’re not shy about that, are you? Let me in!” Sharp... demanding... selfish... just as she had always been. Quentin grinned. Oh dear, what a shock she was in for!
“Let me go,” whispered Melissa.
“Alright...” He watched his new fiancee slip naked from the bed. When she unlocked the door, it was thrust open violently.
“You don’t lock doors on me, Quentin,” said Julia sharply. She was wearing a pale blue blouse and a simple, figure-hugging black skirt, stockings and high-heeled shoes.
“No?” said Quentin raising his eyebrows. At that moment, Julia’s hand smashed across Melissa’s left cheek.
“Get down on your knees before your Mistress!” she rasped. So long used to obeying such orders, Melissa went down automatically.
“I think I’ll whip you now,” went on Julia, looking down, bluegreen eyes glinting. She was loving the idea... loving it! Oh this new-found power! For a moment, Melissa cringed. This was a most crucial moment. Quentin’s next words would seal the Fate of herself or Julia!
“I am afraid you won’t, Julia,” he said calmly. Quentin was laying back nude on the bed, gently rubbing his hairy paunch.
“What? What do you mean?” Julia’s eyebrows were up. “You said I could whip her. And I want to! She’s got to learn to pay me proper respect!” Quentin shook his head slowly from side to side.
“I’ve changed my mind, Julia,” he said in the same calm voice.
“You mean, I can’t whip her? Why not, for goodness sake?”
“Because I’m not going to marry you after all,” said Quentin. Julia reeled back as if struck. All the colour drained from her face.
“W-What?” she gasped, clutching at her throat. “What... what do... you... m-mean... not marry... m-me. You... you p-promised...”
“I did, didn’t I?” grinned Quentin. He saw Melissa getting slowly to her feet. “But as I say, I’ve changed my mind...”
“NO... OOO!YOU C-CAAAAA... AAANN’T!” shrieked Julia, swaying back and forth. She saw Melissa smiling triumphantly before her... and automatically struck out again. But she found her wrist in a vice-like grip.
“So... you wanted to whip me, did you, you bitch!” said Melissa softly but viciously.
“No! NO... OOO... Melissa... I s-swear I didn’t... I w-was j-just saying it... I... I n-never would...” This time it was Julia’s cheek that got the full force of a palm.
“Don’t lie to me!” barked Melissa. “You know what happens to a slave who lies, don’t you Julia?” Julia had sunk to her knees... hands outstretched imploringly.
“No... Oh God... no...”
“She gets birched,” said Melissa venomously. “Would you like to be birched before I whip you, slave?”
“NO... OOOHHH... N-NO... OOO!” The agony in Julia’s mind was almost beyond all bearing. First the exultant elation of being a free woman... and now this swooping crash into the hideous depths of servitude again!
“So... you’d better tell the truth, Julia!” Julia bent down and began to kiss Melissa’s bare feet.
“P-Please... please... understand... Melissa... pleee... eeease... you... know how it is...”
“Mistress!” snapped Melissa.
“P-Plee... eeease... M-Mistress...” To have to use that form of address to Melissa was another agony in her mind!
“Oh yes... I know how it is!” drawled Melissa. “Stop slobbering and get on your feet, Julia.” Her breath rasping, eyes wild with panic and terror... not to mention despairing dismay... Julia forced herself up.
“M-Mistress... I b-beg y-you...” she began. The palm smacked her left cheek again.
“Shut up!” said Melissa. Julia shut up. She had begun to shiver as if with a fever. Vaguely in the background, she was aware of Quentin sprawling there. And grinning with amusement at the scene.
The monster! Nothing... but nothing... could have been more bitterly cruel than what he had just done to her!
“You will now confess, Julia,” said Melissa, “that you were looking forward eagerly to whipping me.” Julia’s mouth went out of control. She knew if she lied, the birch was waiting for her. Yet, if she confessed...
“Y-Yer... ess... M-Mistress...” she managed to whisper at last, lowering her eyes.
“Look at me!” Julia looked up again, eyes flinching from Melissa’s triumphant gaze.
“M-Mercy... M-Mistress...” she whimpered. Melissa smiled.
“I want you to remember that... when I am whipping you,” she said. “M-Merc... eee... oh h-have... m-mercy...” Julia’s voice was a cringing whine. She continued to shiver uncontrollably.
“I think we’ll have this finery off,” said Melissa. “I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted! Now you’ll have to get used to displaying your wares again. Not that you’ve had much time to get unused, I suppose! Put your hands on top of your head-slave.”
With a moan, Julia did so reluctantly. Melissa’s finger went into the neck of the pale blue blouse... and ripped it down to the waist. The tatters were tugged off Julia’s back. Then away went the brassiere... also pale blue.
Rip... rip! Rip... rip!
The black skirt was a tougher proposition, but didn’t last long.
Little pale blue knickers... and a black suspender belt appeared. In a matter of moments, they too had gone.
Julia was sobbing harshly. Nothing could have brought her back so quickly to earth... and the ghastly reality of her existence... than this ‘ceremonial’ stripping by Melissa.
“Get those stockings and shoes off,” came the order. Julia bent to obey.
“Quentin... bring me my negligee please...”
“Sure thing...” Quentin came waddling over and handed Melissa the lacy gown. Once more she wrapped it around herself with almost rapacious delight.
“Tough on you,” said Melissa with a triumphant smirk. “But you deserve it. Deep down, you are a heartless, vicious cow! If you don’t believe me, just think how happy you would have been if the positions were reversed!”
Julia covered her distraught features with her hands and began to weep hysterically.

Melissa and Quentin lay on top of the bed. It was a large, fourposter, Edwardian in style. Both had been sipping brandy and soda for some time and were getting a bit merry. Melissa particularly... since she was not used to alcohol. At the end of the bed was the naked figure of Julia, facing them. Her arms and legs were spread-eagled and had been tied with stout cord to the bed-posts. Her cheeks were wet with tears; her eyes were deep pools of bottomless despair. Since her repeated sobbing had begun to disturb Melissa, she had been gagged. Melissa used the pair of knickers she had just ripped off and a leather belt.
“What made you change your mind, Quentin?” giggled Melissa, as she stroked the grizzled hair on Quentin’s chest.
“Ah well... let me think now...” came the leering answer. “I think it must have been when I was fucking you. I suddenly realised you made a better fuck than Julia!” Quentin looked up and winked at the anguished figure at the end of the bed.
“Very complimentary!” smiled Melissa.
“Right from the beginning... I always fancied you more,” went on Quentin in a slightly slurred voice. “Do you remember... on the ‘Paradise’... when you were brought to my cabin... when Julia was there, for the first time as my slave?” Melissa nodded.
“I do...” she replied.
“You fucked me in preference to her. Nice little ploy that. Though I didn’t much appreciate it at the time.”
“You came on top of me,” mused Quentin. “And did it beautifully.” He patted a soft white thigh. “You still do...”
“Thanks...” Melissa looked up at Julia. “You didn’t fuck her for quite some time, did you?”
“No, I didn’t...”
“Most wounding to a girl’s pride,” said Melissa.
“That was the idea! She’d worked herself up to give me everything I wanted and then I went and turned her down!” Quentin guffawed. “Most wounding!”
“Gave her to Ahmed and Jason, didn’t you?”
“That’s right. First time she’d ever had a black cock up her.” Quentin smiled up at Julia again. “Don’t think she enjoyed it very much. Still, I reckon she got quite randy for those two big brutes in the end.”
“I reckon so, too.” Melissa also smiled up. “ I think I’ll whip her now.”
“Go right ahead, my dear.” Julia’s blue-green eyes began to bulge with terror. She shook her head violently from side to side and tugged at her bonds as Melissa slipped off the bed.
“Is there a whip in the bedroom?”
“Naturally,” grinned Quentin. “It’s in the cupboard. Made of rhino-hide. That should make her jump!” Loud whimpering sounds began to come down Julia’s nostrils. Her eyes were wider and wider than ever.
“Teach her... some... respect for her new Mistress... I guess...” said Melissa. She was half-drunk, staggering slightly. She opened the cupboard.
“You might recognise it,” said Quentin.
“Oh?” Melissa took out the coil of sinuous black whip... tightlyplaited rhino-hide about four feet in length. The grip-end of the whip was an inch and a half in diameter and it tapered gradually through its length. It glistened faintly with oil as Melissa snaked it out on the carpet.
“Yes,” nodded Quentin. “I brought it from the ‘Paradise’. Kind of keepsake. It’s the one I whipped you with my dear. And that was the first time I ever whipped a woman. I did enjoy it, I can tell you!”
“You bastard! Christ... I remember that. On your first visit, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right. I’ll never forget Madame Vesta handing me that whip. She’d just chained you up to the wall. How smooth and white your back looked. I couldn’t really believe I was going to whip it!”
“I remember it, too,” said Melissa rather more sombrely. “How I hated you!” Melissa paused. “But now I understand a lot better what it must be for a man to whip a helpless, naked woman. To hear her scream... to watch her writhe. Yes... I understand it now...”
“I was impressed,” said Quentin, almost to himself. “You hardly made a sound for the first half dozen or so strokes. Mind you, I wasn’t very expert. Then Madame Vesta gave me a few tips... and told me to lay it across you bottom. That soon got you going!”
“Yes...” sighed Melissa. “You horrible pig!” She ran across the bedroom and playfully buried her teeth in Quentin’s shoulder. He lightly slapped one buttock cheek.
“Was Julia ever whipped - I mean with this - when she was on the ‘Paradise’?”
“Yes... I’m pretty sure she was. A couple of times, I think,” he looked up as if to gain confirmation, but Julia’s head was slumping forward. “So she knows what it feels like.”
“So do I,” said Melissa. She walked to the end of the bed and removed the belt about Julia’s face. A terrible groan erupted from the girl as the wet knickers were spat out. Then Melissa moved into position, surveying the smooth white back, the curvaceous buttock cheeks and long, straight thighs. The flesh seemed to be quivering with dread all over - but particularly the flesh of buttocks and thighs. It was rather like wind ruffling the smooth waters of a lake, thought Melissa.
“Now, Julia,” she said. “You are going to learn to respect your new Mistress. And while you are learning... I want you to know that I am loving whipping you. Loving it, do you hear me?”
Obviously Julia did hear... but she could make no coherent reply. Before her was the bloated, grinning figure of Quentin. Behind her was Melissa.
The whip went up... And the first stroke cracked across the whiteness of Julia’s back. A terrible, choking how was torn from her... and her head jerked f irst backwards then forwards as she writhed agonisedly in her bonds.
Melissa’s teeth bared in a cruel smile. She gripped the whiphandle more tightly. Remorselessly, mercilessly, she laid stripe after stripe across Julia’s white back... driving the girl to an ever more frantic frenzy of torment. The stripes reached Julia’s buttocks... Melissa renewed her grip... Then she really began to get to work!